Trafford’s Trading Club

In Andrew's VIP room, Kamala, who finally became a complete whole, looked at the young man sitting here who claimed to be a businessman with complicated eyes.

Maybe he's not really young after all...who knows? Kamala couldn't study these things either.

He turned Anton Leer into an adult, but took away Anton Leer's love. She asked this guy immediately, but he said it was a rule.

Once the mechanism of the transaction is triggered, it will definitely proceed because what Kamala hopes is that the father and son can be happy, which does not conflict with what Anton Leal himself wants.

Kamala began to feel that this transaction might not be as good as she imagined.

By the way... After Anton Leer grew up, this guy was still wandering around, as if he didn't care about anything after that. It wasn't until that day, when he visited Andrew's casino in person, that Kamala began to realize, The owner of this club has already begun to plan something in his mind.

Withdrawing this complicated look, Kamala turned to look at the bottom of the VIP room and suddenly said: "Since you are omnipotent, why don't you just get this result instead of forcing him to this point?"

This should be the style of his previous boss. Sometimes Luo Qiu would compare himself and decide whether it was better to be straightforward or to put in more effort.

"Maybe it's just my personal interest." Luo Qiu apologized, and he also looked at the ring below: "If it just changes one person's mind and makes him believe in something unswervingly, it will be very useful to us. It is indeed not difficult to say... The day we met in the theater was actually able to turn Oleg into what he is now. It's just..."

Luo Qiu said softly: "I may not be able to see the beautiful brilliance that burst out from Mr. Oleg at that moment."

"You... take pleasure in this." Kamala suddenly stared at Luo Qiu.

She didn't know if this man noticed it, but she could clearly see a faint smile on this oriental man's face.

He is laughing!

…

Luo Qiu fell silent.

He felt that Kamala's words were not wrong. He just felt that his emotions had become indifferent very quickly, reaching an incredible level.

As a club owner, as long as you use it properly, there is almost nothing you can't do, and all problems seem to become non-problems.

In his thinking vision, the whole world seemed to have turned into gray and white. No matter how beautiful people or creatures were, they had no color.

The only thing he could see seemed to be the light of one's soul... gray-white, gray-black, brown, cold gray-white colors entangled in his world.

I didn't feel scared because of this, and I didn't feel pain because of this.

However, when something that should be scary and painful happened to him, Luo Qiu couldn't feel it and had to start to rethink what else he could want.

color.

When a hint of color appeared in the cold world, Luo Qiu felt his heart beating.

When the soul changes from dim to hot, and bursts into sparkle, the surroundings seem to be dyed with color again, even if it is just for a moment, even if it is just like a match is burning... When the match burns out, everything will happen again. Back into darkness.

Luo Qiu discovered that it was just a moment, but it made him happy every time.

There is no need to explain anything, and there is no need to care about other people's opinions. When what he does seems to outsiders to be a pleasure, then there is nothing wrong with defining it in this way.

If he couldn't hold even this interest, Luo Qiu felt that he should find a way to see if he could learn from his predecessor and find a successor.

"Yes, I enjoy it."

…

Oleg didn't know that he was exuding a kind of brilliance that he couldn't even see, but it could make a certain boss continue to feel this pleasant feeling.

He just knew that this moment was like a flood that had been building up for a long time and finally poured out.

Resist?

Not really.

Just like Nikita said, after leaving the village, he built a high wall, a cage, in his heart, completely sealing himself off.

He is afraid... afraid that one day, when he insists on his own ideas, his lover and his friends will eventually leave him, just like the villagers who left him.

They may be forced to do so, they may be just doing it for their families, they may be... them!

Even if he used various reasons in his heart to justify the actions of those villagers thousands of times, the moment he saw that Anton could throw himself towards the iron fence, the wall in Oleg's heart seemed to appear. A crack.

Just scared.

I am afraid that I will be hurt next, I am afraid that I will be the only one fighting in the end, I am afraid that even my best friend or even my lover will betray me in the end.

Even a young man could do this, even if he was young, even if he was immature, even if he even seemed childish... However, a sense of shame that penetrated into the bone marrow also filled Oleg's body at the same time.

"I'm sorry, Nikita. I have let you down for so long, I think I should really break this cage." After Oleg placed one of Andrew's men in front of him, he retreated to Nikita's side and said apologetically .

"Can you solve this matter first, and then send me to the hospital... I feel like I'm about to die." Nikita said weakly.

You were very brave just now! It can be described as the best in the game... Nikita thought.

But his stomach was still electrified crazily from the beginning, and when his belt exploded, a circle of wounds appeared on his body, and blood flowed.

"I'm about to die! Don't talk such nonsense!! Ahem..."

"Hold on! Uncle Nikita, we will take you out right away!" Anton turned around at this time and said quickly.

"Asshole! How many times have I said it, at most it's just brother...cough cough...it hurts..."

"Indeed, just hold on a little longer." Oleg took a deep breath, "I will definitely take you out!"

Oleg's eyes and Anton's eyes converged at the same time on the open door.

The moment the door opened, Andrew's figure chewing a cigar suddenly appeared in the center of the door, but people kept pouring in around him.

These people were wearing protective gear and had equipment in their hands.

Some weapons filled with narcotics.

"You can injure them, beat them...but capture them alive." Andrew waved his hand suddenly, "Go!" (To be continued.)